Wake Up America: Best Leader or Best Liar?

DEERHUNTER / ATLAS SOUND

NEVER STOPS




CRYPTOGRAMS




AGORAPHOBIA




HAZEL ST.




QUARANTINED




RED INK




MY CAR




OCEANS




SPRING HALL CONVERT




RECENT BEDROOM




STRANGE LIGHTS




LAKE SOMERSET

Ramble...

One and a half cigarettes left
Half a glass of Scotch left
One break left
Half a year left
What's left is left
One and half weeks left
Then half a lifetime is left
One and a half thousand miles x1.5 left
Then I rest
One and a half semesters left
Then what's left
One and a quarter cigarettes left
Quarter a glass of Scotch left
Then what's next

Ramble...

Wind
Human Highway
Get Lost
Scotch; Dewars
No Ambition
Lots Of Wind
Cracks In The Table
Dark Blue Bay
Lights Shine Across From The Marina
Dark Except For Those
Earlier
Caught The Military Test Flights Over The Bay
Flag Weeps In The Wind
Over Frozen Deckchairs And Complacent Cigarettes
Ash And Malt; Single Malt
Early Morning; No Sun
Flapping Paper And Broken Pen

Ramble...

poking through now
ego got too big
ayahuasca consumption
expedited transcendance
it all seems plausible now
it all seems possible now
now
like right now
desolate nights
muggy days
ocean spray rinsing my brain
marooned on a beach
under the blood red moon
scotch cemented in sand
clearer
it all becomes clearer
and now all seems possible
all seems plausible

Straight Up Jerkoffs

god, who the the fuck are these worthless people? I go out to blow off some steam, over to manasquan... i hang out with jill,, big mistake,, hang out with ducky, all is good. hang with kara... all is good, jill passes out. her roomate decides its a good idea to tell me to leave or she'll call the cops... who the fuck are these people ??? last time I associate myself with them... God, who the fuck are these losers,can't wait to get back to AZ and normal folk.

Needle In Your Eye #16

I was riding on a new jet plane just to see if I'd come back
And I was riding on a wagonwheel with a monkey on my back
And you were talking about the shields of steel and how most had grown so huge
But I was riding on a midnight train just to come and get back to you

I put a bounty on a mountain and when I turned around it was gone
And you were riding on a new jet plane just to see if I'd come along
And I was hanging from the shields of steel and most of em had become so huge
And you were riding on a midnight train just to come and get back to you

So come on tell me that you feel the way that I...
And there are doors, they are open wide
And there won't be a needle in your eye anymore

So come on tell me that you feel the way that I...
And these doors, they are open wide
And you won't be a needle in your eye anymore

I was riding on a new jet plane just to see if I'd come back
And I was riding on a wagonwheel with a monkey on my back
And you were talking about the shields of steel and how most had grown so huge
But I was riding on a midnight plane just to come and get back to you

So come on tell me that you feel the way that I...
And there are doors, they are open wide
And there won't be a needle in your eye anymore

So come on tell me that you feel the way that I...
And these doors, they are open wide
And you won't be a needle in your eye anymore

My Libido

My libido won't rest, and I feel that I'm fucked. I haven't had sex in twenty-five days; it feels like an eternity. I think it's been about three to four years since I've gone that long or longer, and I think it's killing me. I usually don't garner addictions. I've done it all and I've never been addicted; except for with cigarettes. But I never thought I'd be head on with a sexual addiction. Well, I think I have one. I've been living this straight monk-life for almost a month now, all work, no play, and it's starting to grate on my nerves. They're all raw and jangly on the ends, and something's got to give. Doubts arise, weaknesses exploited, it's fucked. I just want to crack so bad, y'know, just say fuck it all, but I'm so close. I've almost made the money for school, I'm healthier, clearer... but... but! AH Fuck! It's probably just the end of the road and it's the hardest part, where caving in seems plausible. I should endure; I'll probably feel fine in a week. Just get over that hump, forget about it, then I'll really know, I'll have a real perspective, no clouds.

Speaking of clouds, it's stormy as shit down here. I wanted to take a walk up the beach with a bottle of Dewar's scotch, but lightning is striking down across the Atlantic, plus it's a little wet. So I'm sitting here typing this shit and contemplating breaking personal oathes. Who knows what I'll do from here, probably something excessive and weird after this low period just to balance it all out.

One mention: listening to Les Cox (sportifs) debut; it's fucking great. if you can actually find it, i highly recommend, but good luck; there's a sample of the tracks on their myspace; truly classic material; one nice quote: If bombs were love, you could call me Dresden.

The Escapist

All these walls were never really there,
nor the ceiling or the chair.
I am eking weeks of peace on a beach
I see the breezes weave the trees,
these walls you find - they're yours and mine
confined not by them I
I am in times that lie behind my eyelids,
the sunsets steal the rising silence,

I'll not feel no fear
Cause I'm not really here
I'm nowhere near here

Theres no rain on roof that grates and beats me
my favorite tree breaking lights to pieces
sprinkling, sharded light on me
throw a stone as high as you can
and hearing with hand not hear it land
nothing taxing, dusting sand
my window and world spins and twirls,
the walls then fall, i recall the sore
white clouds white wash faded spotless
the weighty shadows, ranges of rocks
the cold is all illusion thought up
the stroll on the shore, snooze and explore
all possibilities in each new morning,
until satisfied reaching out, yawning
fish in a big dish, some rice and spice,
salt over shoulder never (...)
the truth I've told was silence sometimes
but who soul does not hide any crimes
wrapped in walls, encircled by work
the walls fall - this story occurs
no barrier, no boundary, all hours I please
the freedom to stay all stray
be fiend or friend, cause no harm but charm - the peaceful end

I'll not feel no fear
Cause I'm not really here
I'm nowhere near here

Pale ancient woods, strewn white sandy bays
this ugly room pales away today
I am swimming, in the ocean
I sink slow motion
fingers, toes floating
every year til yesterday
seeing the eternal setting sea
I compare all this to me,
little fleeting momentary me
I blink my eyes, this is reminding me
life lies in the blink of an eye
the old die for reasons, new tide, four seasons
new life born is like changing
all these walls were really never there
nor the ceiling or the chair
I am eking weeks of peace on a beach
I see the breezes weave the trees
I am not here at all,
you dearly fooled,
I see busheling trees, the shush at the sea
the mischievous
fluttering seagulls
No!
I'm not trapped in a box, I'm glancing at rocks
I am dancing off docks
since this dance began
thats where i am

I'll not feel no fear
Cause I'm not really here
I'm nowhere near

So done.